“I`m sorry, but that is absolutely impossible,” said Jenny.
“Not as impossible as you might think,” I answered.
Certainly not nearly as impossible as it was for us to be having this conversation.
Jenny took a drink of her screw-driver and snorted, looking around, her eyes everywhere
but on me. I sipped my margarita and kept my eyes on her. I think it was the margarita
that was my mistake -- I don`t drink very often, and small amounts of alcohol make me
horny.
This whole conversation had several started days ago, after I`d let Jenny use my
computer for research. As a freshman here at the college, she lived in a dorm, and hated
every minute of it. I was a senior this year, living off campus in a rather large, two
bedroom apartment. Unlike Jenny`s parents, mine were well off, and had been horrified by
the thought that their little girl might have to live in a dorm on campus. So I`d lived
in that apartment since I started school, almost four years ago. My parents wanted to
protect me from bad influences, which means they would be horrified if they had any idea
what my hobbies are.
“There`s no way to convince me that all those things weren`t bullshit,” she said,
returning my attention to the subject at hand. “Those girls had to have been just
acting.”
“What I don`t understand,” I said, somewhat amused, “is why you watched three of
them.”
She blushed, looking away, and I felt my nipples harden. Jenny is a good looking
girl, and I`m a very bi girl. Up until yesterday, she`d had no idea that I was bi. Even
though we`d been inseparable since we met about a month before school started, I`d thought
yesterday signaled the end of our friendship.
My name is Veronica, or Ronnie for short. As I`ve mentioned, I`m a senior at our
college, here in sunny Florida. Jenny and I met on the beach -- she`d somehow managed to
find a place to stay for the last month before school started. I gathered that her
parents loved her dearly, and had found a way to let her come early as a gift to their
daughter. Jenny was from Montana, a place that is cold, and therefore of no interest to
me. Jenny loved the beach at first sight which, as I mentioned, is where we met.
I`d been checking her out, as she lay there sunbathing. Her skin was fairly pale,
not a surprise since she`d never been to a beach before, and I`d noticed that she`d
applied no sun screen. I would have been more than happy to help her with that -- just
looking at her made my pussy cream.
Jenny and I are opposites in many ways. She`s five-one, to my five-seven. She`s
light to my dark, (in more than just coloring, as I was coming to find out), soft and
curvy to my hard and athletic. Don`t get me wrong, Jenny isn`t fat. She`s just very
curvy. I`d guess her breasts to be about a firm 38-C and she has delicious, fat, pink
nipples. Yes, I`d seen them as we`d changed together quite often at the gym. I know that
I`m not the greatest looking woman, being sort of flat chested with narrow hips. I also
know that guys like my attitude, so I have little trouble getting dates -- or getting
laid, if I`m so inclined. Usually I`m not, because while sex is fun, it`s hard-core
bondage that I`m into.
I like tying up women and playing with them. And I like to play hard. I`ve done
some work for one of the bondage websites, and made a nice bit of money doing it. I don`t
do it often because, while I do wear a full hood, I`m still a little afraid of being
recognized, which would be bad.
Guys like watching girl/girl bondage, and I like doing girl/girl bondage so it`s a
win all around. I like boy/girl bondage too, but I have to be in a real submissive mood
for that. Sub guys just don`t do it for me. I`m a good Domme, and I love to play with a
willing sub. What I love even more is forcing a bound girl to cum, even if she might not
want to. Now honestly, the girls in the videos want to cum -- at least the first few
times. But by the time I`ve forced them, through various means, to come a half a dozen
times, they start to get tired and sore. And of course, that`s what gets me off --
getting a subbie to cum even when she`s exhausted and sore. I like it, and I know the
viewers like it. Hell, even the girls who sub to me say it`s a rush to be forced to cum
when you think you can`t. Of course, during the shoot, they`re cursing or screaming their
little brains out. But I`ve never had one safe-word on me.
It`s a power trip, listening to a girl, her pussy sore from several hours of
stimulation, offering to do anything for you if you`ll just let her stop orgasming. I get
so wet from that! I love feeling their eager little tongues working away in my pussy as I
push them through another series of orgasms they thought they couldn`t have. I feel sorry
for the male Doms who work the site, because they almost never get relief on camera. I
think that`s kinda funny that the laws are so fucked up about what a guy on camera can do
to a chick -- or another guy for that matter.
So anyway, three days ago, Jenny had been doing some research using my computer.
She had evidently decided to go poking around a bit on my machine (she is a comp/sci
student, after all), and had come across three of the videos that I`d done. Each one had
a central theme of `Forced Orgasms`, and I`d walked in on her at the end of one of the
videos. She was so intent on the video that she didn`t even realize I was there. I could
tell it had affected her though -- I have a very good nose. I could smell her sweat, and
just a hint of her arousal, but still, Jenny was a new friend, and we`d never had more
than a few conversations about sex. Most of those conversations indicated it wasn`t
something she was all that interested in, so I was surprised when I went over the logs
later, and found that she`d watch all three of the videos.
“So,” I`d said in a teasing voice, “exactly what kind of research are you doing?”
She jumped, letting out a cute little squeak, and fumbled with the mouse trying to
exit the video.
“Uh, nothing... I was running a video, and this was in the history... and my god,
you really watch this stuff?”
Something told me not to admit that it was me in the video she`d been watching.
After all, that particular one was the hardest I`d done to date. So, I folded my arms and
looked at Jenny, trying to look not the least bit embarrassed.
“Well, yes, I do,” I said.
“But it`s all so fake,” was her response.
An interesting response.
“Oh, I don`t know,” I replied. “She looked like she was enjoying it to me.”
She had enjoyed it -- I know that for a fact. The girl was with a sweet little sub
named Maria, actually built a little like Jenny, the major difference being that Maria had
dark hair and dark eyes. I was proud of that video, since I actually got Maria to come
while I whipped her. She`d been sore for days, but had sent me an email thanking me for
such a great session, and assuring me she`d be more than happy to work with me again,
should the opportunity arise.
Jenny said nothing, but got out of the chair to leave the room, mumbling an apology
as she walked passed me.
“Jenny,” I`d said, “it`s alright. I mean, it`s just sex, you know?”
“Look, I said I was sorry,” she replied. “Can we just pretend I didn`t see that?”
“Sure,” I said, a little upset and wondering if she might decide to end our
friendship.
As much as I liked her looks, I also like her personality, and hoped she wouldn`t
freak out on me. Also, right at that moment, I hadn`t known she`d watched all the videos,
rather than just stumbling across the one. I mean, I have a lot of porn on my machine,
almost all of it BDSM related. It wasn`t unreasonable that she might have found some by
accident.
Over the next few days, the subject would crop up at odd times, always broached by
Jenny. I had no idea how to respond the first few times, but I was getting tired of her
erroneous assumptions concerning what the girls could and couldn`t get off on. So, there
we were, sitting in the bar, with Jenny drinking an illegal drink (hey, she`d just turned
eighteen) and telling me, the Domme, that a sub girl couldn`t get off on rough sex and
forced orgasms.
“What do you mean?” she asked. “I didn`t watch more than a little of that one.”
“Yes you did,” I replied. “Sheesh, you`re a computer science student. You didn`t
know that Windows keeps track of that stuff?”
She blushed a fiery red, and turned away.
“I fucking hate Windows,” she said. “You should switch to Linux.”
“But then how would I know when you`ve been watching porn?” I joked.
Her blush grew deeper, and it looked like she was getting upset.
“C`mon, Jenny,” I said, “I`m just kidding. It`s no big deal.”
“It`s perverted.”
Now here was where I was going to draw the line. I liked Jenny, but people who
weren`t sex positive had no place in my life. It was bad enough that the government was
trying to destroy sexual freedom, I wouldn`t have one of my friends helping them out.
“Jenny,” I said, very seriously, “don`t go all moral on me, okay? I like sex, and
I make no bones about it. No one`s asking you to do those things, and no one forced those
girls into making those videos.”
She looked contrite and took another sip of her drink
“Sorry.”
We spent the rest of the evening checking out guys and fending off the various
advances. I knew why I was fending off the guys. When I play around with a guy, I`m in a
real subbie mood, and none of these guys would have done it for me, even if I had been in
the mood to sub. As it happens, I was not. Jenny seemed to bring out the Domme in me.
What I couldn`t understand, was why she was turning them down. She was hot, and could
have had about any one of them. I asked her why she didn`t dance or something with them.
“Naaa,” she said. “Last thing I need is to be trying to keep some guy outta my
panties.”
How about some girl? I thought. Considering her earlier comments though, I decided
not to push my luck.
I was horny as hell when I got back to the apartment. I stripped off my smoky
smelling clothes and jumped into the shower for a quick rinse. I have a very sensitive
nose, and I really hate the smell of smoke. Scent is one of my big turn-ons. I love the
smells and tastes of sex; hot pussy, sweat, the scent of my lover`s hair. The feel of my
tongue as I slide it deep into my sub`s hot pussy or asshole... yum. The smell of
cigarette smoke, however, is a serious turn off.
Once I got out of the shower, I decided that I needed a bit more than my almost
nightly masturbation session. I went into the locked second room of my apartment, and
pulled out a few toys. Oh, if my parents only knew how I spent the money they gave their
little girl. I love sex, and I love sex toys, and thanks to parental money, I had a lot
of them.
I seated myself in front of my computer, completely nude except for some slut high
heels. I used a hard wooden chair from my play room, rather than the lush, leather one
that I usually live in at the desk. My crotch was soaking wet, the smooth waxed lips
sensitive to my fingers. I have a nice sized clit, but rather small outer cunt lips. My
inner ones are thin, but long enough to slightly extend beyond the outer ones, and they
are very sensitive. Both my ass and pussy are tight because I do kagel`s every day.
My hips are narrow, but my waist is slightly more narrow. My breasts are small and
firm -- too small for breast bondage unless my lover ties me very tight. My nipples
though, are long and thick, and I love having them played with. In fact, I was going to
ensure that they received a lot of attention tonight.
I stuck one of my larger dildos (it has a suction cup at the base) onto the chair,
but didn`t bother lubricating it. I get very wet when I get excited, and half the fun
(and frustration and pain) is trying to get the thing inside my tight hole. With
everything ready, I started up the video of Maria and I.
As I watched myself work the girl over, I was squatting over the dildo, rubbing it
on my sensitive lips. I was also twisting my nipples with my fingers, listening to the
girl`s cries come from the speakers. My hips shifted over the dildo, and I could smell
myself, both my sweat and my pussy. It was intoxicating, especially as I was remembering
Maria`s smell and taste. Some girls are real paranoid about smelling bad when we film,
but I love how they smell, and I make sure they know it. Maria had been delicious.
I was getting hotter, and decided to put on my clamps. Maria`s breasts were tied
now, the firm globes taut from the tight rope. I was flicking a whip over just the tips,
and she was jerking each time I hit her. Each jerk pulled on the clamps that I`d attached
to her cunt lips, increasing her distress. I groaned as one of the clover clamps closed
on my own thick bud. The things are tight, and they get tighter when they`re pulled. I
put on the other one, flinching as I allowed it to snap closed. Maria yelped from the
first splat of my whip on her ass. I groaned as I used a nipple stretcher (a post resting
against my chest which had a wing nut that would pull the chain attached to the clamps) to
increase the pull and pressure of the clamps. It hurt, but I didn`t want to go easy on
myself. Rough sex is the best sex, I always say -- it`s boring without a bit of pain to
spice things up.
I`d been trying to get the dildo into my body, but even as wet as I was, it was too
big to go in easily. So I started using my whip on my cunt, drifting deeper into fantasy
as I watched Maria being worked over by my double on the screen. In my mind, Maria
acquired blond hair, deep green eyes, and large, pink nipples, popping nicely due to the
tight breast bondage.
The dildo split my pussy, pushing about half way in and making me groan in pain.
In my mind, I wasn`t sparing Jenny anything, as I whipped her tightly bound breasts. It
really hurts when you do that, since the thudding of the whip translates pain well through
a tightly bound breast. It can also cause deep bruising, so you have to be careful, but
some of the girls like that. Jenny was squirming, as the vibrator that I`d strapped to
her clit did its work, and the whip crashed even harder into her breasts. I sank deeper
onto the dildo, now taking almost all of the monster into my body, as I snapped the whip
expertly against my cunt. In my memory, Maria`s smell was replaced by the faint scent of
Jenny from the other day. I groaned, my excitement rising as I tightened the screw on the
post, which pulled the clamps father from my body, taking my nipples with them. I reveled
in the bite of the pain.
Soon, balancing on my high heels, I was fucking the dildo, watching the screen as I
used a dildo on my fantasy Jenny -- roughly shoving it deep into her body, hitting her
cervix. She grunted with each stroke, as I did when the dildo in my body painfully hit my
own cervix. It was delicious. At the top of each upstroke, I slapped the blades of the
whip against my sex, the strands making a wet spat as they sprayed small drops of my cream
against my thighs. I`m good with a whip, and have made myself (and others) cum many times
with one. With my other hand, I flipped a switch, and the powerful motor in the dildo
started buzzing. My pace increased, my body wet with sweat, and my pussy making sloppy
sounds as I rode the dildo.
In my fantasy Jenny had already had two orgasms, and I was now pushing her
beautiful, red pussy into another. She was begging me to take the vibrator off it, so I
did, but replaced it with several quick strikes with a crop. I came, as she begged me to
stop. I didn`t though, instead I attached some clamps to her outer lips and pulled them
wide, leaving her sex defenseless to my next assault. The whip crashed into her spread
cunt, making her beg for mercy. There was none. I`d taken the entire length of the thick
dildo into my body now, and was jerking my hips back and forth, snapping the whip on my
ass as I rode my way through several more orgasms. My fantasy Jenny was also cuming,
tears in her eyes as I played her body, forcing her to orgasm, even though she hadn`t
thought she could.
Finally, I slumped down, hurting inside from the big dildo, but unwilling to give
up the full feeling. I started to rub my sore clit (I`d gotten carried away with the whip
-- again) and as my pleasure rose, I undid one of the clamps. Those fuckers really hurt
coming off, I can tell you. I got a couple more good orgasms out of the session though.
I went to bed that night without another shower.
The next morning, I groaned as I heard the door bell ring. Who the hell was coming
over so early on a weekend? Fuck!
Rolling over, I noticed that it wasn`t all that early, and remembered that Jenny
and I had another day at the beach planned. Shit, I thought, rolling to my feet. I
really have to remember to stay away from alcohol, no matter how horny it makes me. I
could still smell the sex and sweat on my as I through on a thin robe and headed for the
door. My scent made my pussy twinge, even though I was still a little sore.
“Jenny,” I said, my voice husky with sleep, as I opened the door. “Sorry, I
overslept. C`mon in, alright?”
I turned from the door and headed into the kitchen, opening up the fridge and
grabbing the water pitcher. After I down a large glass, I began making coffee.
“You want some?” I asked her.
“No, that`s okay,” she replied.
If I`d been more awake, I`d have noticed her voice seemed a little distant. As it
was, it took me a bowl of cereal and a half a cup of coffee to realize that something was
bothering her.
“Uh, Jenny,” I probed, “is everything alright?”
“Yeah, yeah, everything`s fine,” she said, fixing me with her beautiful green
eyes.
I leaned back, closed my eyes and put my feet up on the table. That had the effect
of baring most of my lower body since I wasn`t wearing anything but the robe. I didn`t
really think about it though -- I`m used to nudity. In fact, if I don`t have to wear
clothes, I don`t, hence my dislike of cold weather.
“So uh, you gonna get ready or not?” asked Jenny.
I opened my eyes and saw her staring at my thighs with an odd look in her eye. It
wasn`t lust, or at least I didn`t think it was, but it was definitely interest. My pussy
gave a little twinge and I allowed myself the luxury of picturing little Jenny, her arms
in a tight leather sheath behind her, with those wonderful breasts tightly bound, being
encouraged to eat my pussy while I used a crop on her. My nipples sprang to attention,
and I decided it would be a good thing to get dressed and out of here.
“Sure,” I said, “why don`t you pack up the cooler?”
It came out a little more of a command than I`d intended, but Jenny didn`t seem to
notice. I went into my bedroom and quickly slipped on my least conservative suit, grabbed
a wrap and a towel, and we headed out in my BMW.
Jenny loosened up a bit, although her eyes bugged out when I pulled off my wrap. I
was wearing a white thong bikini. If I hadn`t shaved all my pubic hair except for a very
small strip on my mons, there would have been hair poking out around the bottom for sure.
I didn`t often wear this bikini in public, but I had worn it during one of my shoots. It
was sexy and daring, and I was still horny, even after last night`s little play time. I
wondered if I should contact the guys for another shoot. They`d said anytime, but I
didn`t know the current schedule.
Jenny was wearing a bikini also, but it was a pretty standard one. Still, despite
the amount of skin I was showing, I was sure that Jenny`d be getting most of the looks. I
know I was looking at her. I could once again feel my nipples getting hard. Why hadn`t I
remembered that you could practically see them right through this thing? Well, there was
nothing for it -- I didn`t have anything else to wear at the moment.
“Damn,” said Jenny, “is that thing even legal?”
“It is here,” I replied, laying down on my towel. “Besides, with that body you`ve
got, I could go naked and people`d still be looking at you.”
“That`s not true,” she replied quickly. “God, you`re really hot. I`m just fat.”
I rolled over, shielding my eyes from the sun and looked at the vision laying next
to me.
“You`re crazy!” I said. Then I made a bit of a mistake. “Hell, I`d pick you up in
a heart-beat!”
Jenny`s innocent green eyes widened, and I cursed myself. Yes, she knew I was bi,
but she wasn`t and I didn`t want my friend to think I was hitting on her. She blushed,
and I didn`t know what to say.
“Look, Jenny, um...” I started, “uh, you`re a friend, ya know? I`m not hitting on
you or anything...”
She lay back and flopped her hat over her face.
“Doesn`t matter anyway,” she replied.
“What do you mean?”
“Forget it,” she said.
As days went, it was a pretty good one, even considering what kind of a start we`d
gotten off to. We laughed and played in the water, my top only uncovering a breast once
(which I got off on -- I like to expose myself on occasion), and we ended up back at my
apartment.
“I`m for a shower,” I said. “You going to hang a while? I have some food we could
cook.”
“Would it be okay?” she asked. “I really hate that dorm.”
Jenny had a proud streak in her that I`d run into a few times when we first met.
She didn`t have a lot of money, and while it wasn`t obvious how rich I was, it was obvious
that I had access to more cash then she did. She was even now looking for a job to help
with expenses, and the first few times we`d eaten dinner at my place, she`d been upset
because she didn`t have anything to contribute. That was when I found out that she could
cook.
Now, I`m not a bad cook, not at all, but Jenny can really cook. Who`d a thought a
computer geek could cook that good? We rapidly came to an agreement: I`d provide whatever
ingredients she needed, and she`d cook for us. Hell, I`ve eaten in five star restaurants
in Europe that couldn`t compete with what she just seemed to throw together.
“Hey, not a problem,” I grinned. “I gotta T you can wear, if you don`t have
anything else. Besides, you know how much I like your cooking.”
That night was sort of a breakthrough.
I took my shower, bringing myself off so I could keep my hands off my friend, then
let her take her turn. To my surprise, she`d pulled her bikini off and was waiting for
the shower wearing only a towel when I got out of the bathroom. I handed her a long,
black t-shirt for when she got out, and went to dry my hair. However, before I could make
it to my bedroom, I noticed her small bag sitting near the couch with her bikini stuffed
into it.
Okay, I`m a perv. I admit it. And I was still pretty horny even though I jerked
off in the shower. So, I picked up her bikini bottoms from the bag -- noticing that she
did, in fact, have extra clothing in it -- and lifted the cloth to my nose.
I groaned, my hand immediately going to my pussy. Not only did they smell of her
sweat and her pussy, but my God they were wet! Warm and wet! Strands of creamy liquid
streaked the crotch, the musky smell mixed with her sweat and sea salt. I rubbed myself
harder, almost crushing my clit as I gingerly stuck my tongue out and licked the fluid on
the panel. It took me only seconds to cum as I quickly cleaned off all the girl-slime on
the cloth. It was a short, intense cum, but amazingly satisfying.
I sat back on the floor, re-arranging her bottoms in the bag. I felt slightly
ashamed by what I`d just done, feeling like I maybe invaded her privacy. I`m more than
happy to lick my lover`s panties clean, especially if she`s watching me, but that`s with a
lover. Well, it wasn`t like anyone got hurt or anything, and because I was sure I`d never
get to taste Jenny for real, I didn`t feel too bad.
She came out of the shower wearing the t-shirt and nothing else -- or at least no
bra. I mean, there was no way I could miss her breasts as they gently swayed with her
walk. This did nothing for my state of mind, and certainly made my already squishy pussy
even more wet. Jenny cooked a killer pasta with home made sauce. Jenny also drank a lot
of wine.
I stayed away from the alcohol that night. She`d already had about a half the
bottle by the time we`d move onto the balcony to watch the water as the sun set. I wished
briefly that we were on the west cost, so I could actually watch the sun set over the
water, but it was still beautiful.
“I think,” stated Jenny, her voice slightly slurred, “that sex is overrated.”
“Oh really?” I said. “Why`s that?”
“`Cuz, ya get all wet an` worked up and then BLAM, nothin` happens,” she said,
taking another deep drink of her wine.
It certainly was an interesting way of putting it, but then, she was pretty lit.
“`Blam, nothing happens?`“ I quoted. “What the hell are you talking about?”
“You know,” she said, “orgasms, cums, whatevers. Never happens.”
“To you or in general?”
“Ev`ry one,” she replied, somewhat unhelpfully.
I thought for a moment, then looked at her.
“You mean to tell me, you`ve never had an orgasm?”
“Nope,” she said, standing up. “Loo` at this bod! S`ppos` to be some kinda sex
machine, right? Big tits, fat ass...”
“Your ass is not fat,” I said, but she continued as if she hadn`t heard me.
“...pussy wet alla time, but nothin` ever HAPPENS.”
She was swaying now, and since she was getting a little loud and we were outside, I
decided that it was time for us to go inside.
“C`mon, Jenny,” I said, trying to put my arm around her. She was drunker than I
thought.
“Hey,” she said, weaving a little, “get yer pussy eatin` hands off me.”
I stood there in shock.
“Sa `matter? Yer` bi, right? But cha never offered ta eat me! Not that it would
have mattered,” she said, a tear starting to drip from her eye. “Guess I`m too fat fer
ya...”
I caught one wrist, and removed the empty glass from her hand. Jenny was starting
to cry louder now, and I really wanted to get her inside. Even though she was somewhat
resisting, I managed to get her on the couch, where she finally passed out, leaving me
shocked and somewhat concerned.
I put a cover over her, then went and sat in the dim light of the kitchen, drinking
some juice and thinking about what she`d said. If I understood her right, she was saying
that she`d never had an orgasm. That was unthinkable to me, but when I tied together all
the comments she`d made over the past weeks, it sort of made sense. Finally, too tired to
stay awake, I made my way to my bedroom, wondering if there was anything I could do to
help her. When I woke up the next morning though, she was gone.
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